I’m not going to sugar coat it – it’s been a long day and I’m tired. I’m sitting in a house that was clean 14 hours ago and is now a disaster. Thinking about the mountain of laundry in the bedroom and saying a little prayer that my 3 year old with a double ear infection will sleep through the night for the first time this week. All  while trying to figure out how on earth I’m going to stop my 6 year old from scratching, and further spreading, the molluscum contagiosum (yes, that means little contagious warts) covering his legs – and as he so proudly states “butt crack”. I’m not sure what I’m going to feed my 8 year old and her friends tomorrow night, when I’ll have time to get anything or if there will thankfulforwartseven be clean dishes to eat on.  Honestly, all  I want to do is crawl into bed – well, if I’m being completely real, all I want to do is eat an entire bag of chips and THEN crawl into bed. 

This is my life. The details are different on any given day, but each day ends with a messy house, piles of laundry, fights about bedtime and me wanting to crawl into bed as soon as the kids are asleep…usually around 8pm. It’s not glamorous. It’s not always fun. It’s definitely not easy. But you know what? This is my life and I’m grateful for it. I’m thankful for  every wart – big and small (and trust me, there are a LOT of them) – and the opportunity to grow from each.

Unfortunately, I’ve only recently acquired this attitude of gratitude, which means I spent many years without its’ company. It was something that I stumbled upon in my crazy, desperate search for “more”. And now, I’m thankful.